Rebirth of the 80s New Farmer

It's impossible to use it at all, and I don't know how much Wanfeng can manage.

July 1980, 28, lunar calendar [-].

Today is the Lonely Mountain Market.

At 06:30 in the morning, Wan Feng got up and came to Lao Li's house with his schoolbag on his back. Today he is going to Gushan. Luan Feng is waiting for him at her grandma's house.

Today is also the day when Luan Feng becomes an apprentice. She spends the last morning in the garment department of the Gushan Supply and Marketing Cooperative, and then goes home.

Luan Feng was already waiting for Wan Feng at the gate of Lao Li's house. Seeing Wan Feng carrying a schoolbag, she asked strangely, "Why are you carrying a schoolbag?"

"Go to make money, spend fart if you don't have money, how is your driving skills this month?"

"I've mastered my chariot skills." Luan Feng bragged a lot.

"Really?"

"Of course it is."

"Okay, take me."

Luan Feng blinked her eyes twice, why did she feel that something was wrong?

"I have never carried anyone!"

"If I finish loading today, I'll pass it, open the way!"

Luan Feng was taller than Wan Feng, and there was no pressure on the riding seat. She rode the bicycle nervously. She had never used a bicycle to carry anyone.

"Have you come up?" Why didn't the guy make any movement for a long time.

"It's morning, just ride well and don't put me in the ditch."

ah?When did he come up?Why don't you feel anything!

Hearing that Wan Feng got into the car, Luan Feng's hand shook for a while and became a little frustrating.

It seems that there is not much difference between carrying a person and not carrying a person!

Luan Feng rode vigorously to Heyan Village, where Wan Feng got off, and he was going to Xiao Jun's house.

"I'll pick you up at the supply and marketing agency at noon."

After watching Luan Feng leave, Wan Feng came to Xiao Jun's house.

Xiao Jun didn't sleep in late today, but he was being criticized by his mother's spitting, and he didn't know what trouble this guy had caused.

Seeing Wan Feng coming, his mother restrained herself a little, but her face didn't look much better.

When Xiao Jun saw Wan Feng, he seemed to see a savior. Regardless of his mother's attitude, he ran out like a fly and pulled Wan Feng.

"What are you doing with a schoolbag on your back?"

"Make money!"

"How to make money?"

"You just follow me this morning, watch how I make money, and learn."

Can you make money by carrying a schoolbag?

The two came to the market and found a place at the entrance of the market.

Wan Feng first took out four large sheets of kraft paper from his schoolbag and spread them on the floor.

This is kraft paper made of a cement bag, spread on the ground with an area of ​​three to four meters.

After laying out the kraft paper, Wan Feng took out the villain books one by one from his school bag and stacked them neatly on the kraft paper.

"Fuck! You have so many little books!" Xiao Jun's eyes were staring straight.

"Tch, this is only half of it. I still have half at home."

After finishing the books, Wan Feng took out another blank piece of paper from his schoolbag and put it on a vacant space on the book stand. On the blank piece of paper were written seven words: Rent books, one penny per book.

"Do you understand?"

Xiao Jun's eyes were baffled.

I don't know where this guy's mental head is used.

They were right at the entrance of the bazaar, and it was the time when people entered the market. The entrance was bustling, and almost everyone looked at Wan Feng's bookstall in amazement.

The adults showed little interest in the comic books, but the children couldn't move.

"Are you selling this comic book?"

Wan Feng had to explain: "It's not for sale, it's for rent."

"Rent? What is rent?"

"My little book costs a penny a book. If you give me a penny, you can read a book here. You can only read it here and you can't take it away. I understand."

"You can read a book for a penny?" The child still didn't seem to believe it.

"Of course."

After the child cheered, he turned around and ran away without a trace.

Xiao Jun finally figured it out and asked worriedly, "Can this work?"

"You'll know it when you look at it. If there are many people in the meeting, you can watch it for me, and don't let people take my little book away."

"They dare!" Xiao Jun groaned.

About ten minutes later, the child who asked the question just now came back in a hurry, followed by five or six children.

"Look! I didn't lie to you, there are people who rent villain books here, and you can read one for a penny."

The other five or six children were all in their teens, and their eyes were blinded by snot.

"Is it true that you can read a book for a penny?" A child asked Wan Feng with a face of not believing.

"Yes! Read one for a penny."

The first child who asked Wan Feng raised his hand and slapped a two-cent coin into Wan Feng's hand: "I read two books, one on war."

Wan Feng enthusiastically introduced two books to him. The child sat on a rock behind Wan Feng with one book in his hand and read it attentively.